Somewhere in the middle of his meal, hearing the rather-expected 'Do you have any idea what we're in for here?' question spoken aloud, Bastion began to chuckle.  It was quite unexpected a reaction.  Perhaps it was because nothing could prepare him for people to ask it, rather than think about it for a second.  He really wasn't sure, exactly.  The only thing he knew was that he was sure that he had figured it out himself by the time he had gotten here, maybe before.  It may have had to do with the [i]reasons[/i] for which he was incarcerated, but it just seemed so [i]obvious[/i] to him, and that is another reason why he laughed.  The only thing that marred the occasion was that the man who'd looked his way before spoke his mind before Bastion could reign it over them.

But what the hell?  Do it anyway!  The dark-haired man - still smiling and eyes still somewhat scrutinizing - decided to drop the bomb and see where it would take them.  He abhorred ignorance, and he loathed having to explain to people the things which they should already know, but this was not a good place to be caught ounaware.  It spoils the works.  How do you know that you're trying your very best without some idea of what you're getting into?  He explained to those fools, 'These people knew precisely what was going on.  [i]None of them[/i] were left wantiing for understanding of the situation.', but of course the District Attorney bleated out 'No, they're just left wanting for [i]life[/i].'.  Bastard.  Nevermind.  Dropping info bomb in 3...2...1...

"But [i]of course[/i] it's dangerous and unsanitary.  For a promised reward, we are - naturally - to perform a task not religated to normal society, those that look on in shock or gasp 'How could you?' when something needed to be done.  Well, we're all at the heart of that 'something'."

Spoken loudly enough to get the whole room's attention.  They know now what he presumed to be the facts.  Mischief managed.

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[QuicksaveKid]: I dunno, 'phile.  Vehicular manslaughter, medicinal manslaughter, and smuggling weapons-grade uranium do not a common nutjob make.
[QuicksaveKid]: Now, quit fighting, you two.